Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1887-05-12

Eyes; and if you don't come bel
die"
'Well, you'll then be widow"
''Here are twenty fretzers.''
Twenty fretzersr' muttercd he
''what windfall to be sure. Run the
risk of catching a cold and lumbago for
such a sum, when I've got to attend
tomorrow morning the equity, but
wealthy Edzingov, at Kiltrens, whose
ailment is worth to me fifty fretzers a
minute. Not /, indeed"
And with this pleasant prospect, DR..
Trifulgas sought his bed, and went to
sleep again as soundly as before.
w.
Whip! splash! and then rap! rap!
rap!
Three blows from the kn ecker, struck
with a firm hand, added their rattle,
this time, to the noise of the storm.
The doctor, startled in his slumbcr,
got up in a towering passion. On
opening his window the storm swept
in like whirlwind.
"'Tis for the herring-curer.
"What, that wretch again?''
Il am his MOTHER
''May his mother, wife and daughter
die with himr'
"'Tis a fit
"Aye, and a tight one, no doubt, :"
chuckled the doctor. in his rage.
1--WE have a little money!" said the
old woman, ian installment on the
house sold to Dantrup, the drayman
of the Rue Messagliere. If you don't
come, my granddaughter will be with
out a father, my daughter without
husband, and myself without son."
1t was heart-rending and horrible to
hear the old woman's voice, and to
think that the icy wind froze the blood
in her veins and nipped the very bones
under her skin.
"A fit. say you? then the fee is 200
fretzers." rejoined the hcartless leach.
1--WE have only 800"
Goodnight, then" and once more
the window was closed.
On second thought, however, he
came to the conclusion that, after all,
for an hours walk and a half hours
attendance, 12O fretzers made 60 fret
Zcrs an hour-One fretzer a minute! 1t
was small profit at best, but not to be
entirely despised.
So, instead of getting into bed again,
the doctor this time slipped on his vel
vet suit, hurried down stairs in a pair
Of stout boots, muffled himself in a
thick waterproof overcoat, put on
his gloves and sou wester, and leaving
the lamp lighted on the table near his
Codex, opened at page 1877. pushed
back the door of the "SiX-Quatre,"
and appeared on the threshold.
The Old woman was there, leaning
on stick, her frame emaciated by
eighty years of toll and misery.
The money" said he.
"Here it is" muttered the wretched
woman. and may God return it to
YOU hundred fold!''
God? The money of God?" sar-
donically grinned the doctor. HAS
any one ever seen the color of it?''
lie there upon whistled for Hurzof,
put small lantern in the dogs mouth,
and bent his steps seward.
The old woman trudged on behind.
Good heavens, what . tempest of
wind and rain!
The bells of Sainte-Philfilene sway to
and fro under the headlong fury of the
storm. an ominous portent, as we
know, but DR.. Trifulgas eschews all
superstitious notions. The fact is that
the doctor believes in nothing at all;
no, not even in his own science-ex.
cept for what it brings him!
What weather, to be sure. and what
a road! Nothing but single and Stag;
the single slippery like sea-weed. and
the Stag crisp as clinker. And no other
light to see by except a tremulous
flicker from Hurzofs lantern.
At times strange, fantastic figures
seem to toss and stir in the flames that
now and again swell from the mouth
OF the Vanglor. There is really no
telling what lies hidden at the bottom
OF those inscrutable craters. Perhaps
the souls of the underworld that volati-
lie On reaching our atmosphere.
The doctor and the old woman fol-
lowed the line of coast that runs in aud
out Of Che small bays along the shore.
The SD is of liv;d whiteness, and